Child Poems, Poetry for Children

A Sad Child

You’re sad because you’re sad.
It’s psychic. It’s the age. It’s chemical.
Go see a shrink or take a pill,
or hug your sadness like an eyeless doll
you need to sleep.

Well, all children are sad
but some get over it.
Count your blessings. Better than that,
buy a hat. Buy a coat or pet.
Take up dancing to forget.

Forget what?
Your sadness, your shadow,
whatever it was that was done to you
the day of the lawn party
when you came inside flushed with the sun,
your mouth sulky with sugar,
in your new dress with the ribbon
and the ice-cream smear,
and said to yourself in the bathroom,
I am not the favorite child.

My darling, when it comes
right down to it
and the light fails and the fog rolls in
and you’re trapped in your overturned body
under a blanket or burning car,

and the red flame is seeping out of you
and igniting the tarmac beside you head
or else the floor, or else the pillow,
none of us is;
or else we all are.

This poem was written/submitted by Margaret Atwood.

Always watching

was watching you sleep the other day
And prayed that it would last
The peace that rested on your face
I’d never seen in the past
I was watching you speak a while ago
And hoped that you’d go on
The way your words, they had no end
Your Spirit seemed so strong
I was watching you fight the other day
And prayed my tears would dry
All this I knew was done for me
And couldn’t figure out why
I was watching you smile a couple of days ago
And stared in total awe
Was it me who made you shine?
Was that triumph that I saw?
And all this time you’ve waited
And all this time you’ve helped
And all the things you sacrificed
For me to grow up well
And all the tears you’ve dried
And all the pain you soothed
And all the truths you have to hide
Without one simple Thank You
But I was watching you today
And I realized that I can’t wait
To tell you how much I appreciate
And love you in every way .

This poem was written/submitted by D. Barker.

Baby Tears

My friends all said, “He’ll grow so fast,
You’ll hardly count the years.”
But still I couldn’t wait until
You grew out of baby tears.
I wanted you to take a step,
I wanted you to talk,
And learn to run and jump before
The others on the block.
And when you cried and ran to me,
I kissed you better, though
Part of my mind wished for the day
When I could call you grown.
“I’ll finally get some housework done,
I’ll have some time for me —
I’ll have a long talk on the phone
And sip a cup of tea.”
And sometimes I was cross with you,
And I said, “Act your age!”
But now those years have come and gone,
Marked only on this page.
I wish now I could turn back time
To your first smiles and tears,
And savor every moment
Of those precious baby years.

This poem was written/submitted by Mike.

Child Moon

The child’s wonder
At the old moon
Comes back nightly.
She points her finger
To the far silent yellow thing
Shining through the branches
Filtering on the leaves a golden sand,
Crying with her little tongue, “See the moon!”
And in her bed fading to sleep
With babblings of the moon on her little mouth.

This poem was written/submitted by Carl S.

Come To Me

When you hurt yourself at play,
Come to me;

Come to me
when the Sun beats down on you.

When strangers call to you,
Come to me;

Come to me
when it begins to rain.

When the night falls, sweet child,
come to me;

When the forest beings display,
Fear not their eerie sounds,
sweet one
For ‘t is in my arms you lay.

This poem was written/submitted by Kingsley Ayi Ukpanyang.

Dreams within reach

No balls nor chains to tie me down
My true colors shine through to help hide the frowns
Of choices made and friends left behind
To take care of two little girls, I’m proud to call mine
They give me the strength to make it through
To keep reaching above, till my dreams come true
Though times it may get hard, and I would like to lie down and cry
Never once does it cross my mind to kiss it all good-bye
Though I stumble and fall trying to obtain these dreams
They always seem to help me stand back up to my own two feet
Two precious angels sent from God up above
To fill my heart will hope and love
They trust in me with their lives and souls
That I could never think to let them go
Down a path that I knew quite well
Where no one was around to even hear me yell
No one there to guide me through this game
I don’t wish for them to know the same
The weight on my shoulders from life’s lessons learned
Will remain in my mind, forever burned
If I knew now what I didn’t back then
I wouldn’t feel like I was running towards a dead end
But things happen and things begin to change
Already, my life, slowly, has begun to rearrange
For the better, I hope these girls of mine
That I myself will be able to provide
A life for them far better than mine
And not look back at what’s left behind.

This poem was written/submitted by Allishia.

Eyes Of A Child

Through the eyes of a child
the world is grand
playing at the beach building castles of sand
Through the eyes of a child
the world is a wonder
on a stormy night hidden under the blankets scared of the thunder
Through the eyes of a child
the world is fascinating from the stars in the sky to natures sounds resonating
Through the eyes of a child
life has no time frame an endless mystery in a puzzle game
Through the eyes of the adult it all fades away
we live life so fast another hectic day
taking for granted our eyes of a child
now close them tight and as you open them let you imagination run wild.

This poem was written/submitted by Robin.

For a special baby

For a special baby
Loving thoughts and nimble hands
Created this little bonnet
Of fine lace and ribbon bands.
At first it was a handkerchief
But with some stitches small,
A bonnet was made for downy head
To be admired by all.
Mother will carefully store it,
And gently pack it away
Years later, she’ll take it out
Before her daughter’s wedding day.
She’ll snip the tiny stitches
Place it in her daughter’s hand
To carry, as a hanky, down the aisle
And receive her wedding band.
Mother’s son will find good use
For the square, when he’s a young man
He’ll give it to his sweetheart
When he asks her for her hand.

This poem was written/submitted by Mac.

For Every Child

For every child who cries at night
Alone with shame in pain and fright
For every child who wants so much
To only feel a gentle touch
For the beaten child, who cries in pain
Whose tears run silent, like the rain
For the child used to satisfy lust
Who never learns to love or trust
For the child taken from her home
And made to feel so all alone
For the child whose home is just a shell
Where life becomes a living hell
For the child who smiles but cannot feel
Because of scars too deep to heal
For every child who yearns for love
I hope and pray to God above
To hear your cries and heal your pain
And give you back your life again .

This poem was written/submitted by Robin.

I remember

I was about three
When my Daddy took me
Down to the beach on the strand.
No matter where I go
I will always know
The smell of the sea,
My Daddy and me,
And the feel of the sand
In my hand.

This poem was written/submitted by Bobby.

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